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(Big John, Big John)

Every mornin' at the mine you could see him arriveHe stood six foot six and weighed 245Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hipAnd everybody knew you didn't give no lip to Big JohnBig John, Big John, a Big Bad John. (Big John)

Nobody seemed to know where John called homeJust drifted into town and stayed all aloneDidn't say much kinda quiet and shyIf you spoke at all you just said hi to Big John.

Somebody said he came from New OrleansWhere he got in a fight over a cajun queenAnd a crashin' blow from a huge right handSent a Louisiana fellow to the promised land, Big John.Big John, Big John, a Big Bad John. (Big John)

Then came the day at the bottom of the mineWhen a timber cracked and men started cryin'Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fastAnd everybody thought that they'd breathed their last. 'cept John

Through the dust and the smoke of this man made hellWalked a giant of a man that the miners knew wellGrabbed a saggin' timber and gave out with a groanAnd like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone Big JohnBig John, Big John, a Big Bad John. (Big John, Big John.)

With all of his strenght he have a mighty shoveThen a miner yelled out there's a light up aboveTwenty men screamed from a would be graveNow there's only one left down there to save. Big John.

With jacks and timbers they started back downThen came that rumble way down in the groundSmoke and gas belched out of the mineEverybody knew it was the end of the line for, Big John.Big John, Big John, a Big Bad John. (Big John)

Now they never reopened that worthless pitThey just placed a marbled stand in front of itThese few words're written on that standAt the bottom of this mine lies a big big man Big JohnBig John, Big John, a Big Bad John. (Big John, Big John, Big John)...